After a while, the papermaker turned his head and said slowly: "However, once this work is pierced, it is equivalent to a person like you in the world, which will be damned." ”

"It's just your thoughts." I said firmly: "The paper figure came out of your hand, not viviparity. So, fundamentally, he's still a dead thing. ”

I looked at the papermaker who was still hesitating, and added: "The wind in the world is clean and upright, and you have a share." ”

The papermaker lowered his head, unconsciously fiddled with his hands, and said, "But he is still my child." ”

"I understand that feeling, but can't we do it now?" I reassured.

The papermaker lowered his head, didn't say a word, pinched each other with his hands, and after a long struggle, he said slowly: "But it's not so simple to tie a stand-in." ”

Okay, this sentence of the papermaker already represents his attitude.

"Didn't you help me with a stand-in before? It doesn't seem that much trouble. I asked again.

The papermaker shook his head: "That's just the most basic paper man, not a substitute at all." ”

"A living stand-in is emotional."

After saying this, the papermaker was very sad, lowered his head, and did not make a sound for a long time. To tell the truth, I felt ashamed in my heart, I was sacrificing the love of the papermaker in exchange for a chance to live.

But if you think about it, I'm not lying to him. I've been doing good deeds all the way. Thinking of this, the guilt in my heart can be receded a little.

The papermaker raised his head, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out: "Once this living stand-in is tied, he will have a figure-out memory with you, he knows everything you have experienced, and he will know what you think in your heart." ”

Xuanhu took the bamboo strip to the papermaker and said softly, "Do you need us to do anything?" ”

The paper-binding man whispered, "I want a lock of blood from his lips, ten fingernails, a lock of hair on the front and back of his forehead, and all his underwear." ”

Xuanhu glanced at me: "Don't hesitate. ”

Yu Lan turned around very consciously, I sighed, took off my clothes neatly, took out the dagger again, and slashed it at my lips.

Lip blood can be regarded as the heaviest blood of yang energy on a person's body, not to mention a Taoist priest, it is the lip blood of ordinary people, and ordinary evils are afraid to die.

Blood grunted from my upper lip, and I looked at the papermaker and asked indistinctly, "Where do I put this blood?" ”

The papermaker did not speak, but took out something from his satchel that resembled a brush, but was longer than a brush. While using this thing to dip the blood from my mouth, the paper-binding maker took up the bamboo strip and drew my blood on it.

In the quiet room, there was only the sound of swishing, my lips were sore and itchy under the action of the brush, and I wanted to scream but could not make a sound, and at this time, the blood on my lips slowly dried up, and there was not a drop of blood dipped in the tip of the pen.

"Squeeze." The papermaker said with a blank face.

Xuanhu turned around, grabbed my lips with both hands, and was not polite at all, forcing the blood out.

"Oops, it hurts." I couldn't hold back, or I screamed.

Xuanhu squeezed and said, "No matter how painful it is, it's better than losing your life." ”

"Alright." After a long time, the papermaker said lightly.

These two words came to my ears, and they were simply heavenly sounds! I gently touched my lips, only to find that they were already swollen like sausages.

"You have an empty room over there, right?" The papermaker asked.

Seeing Xuanhu nodding, the papermaker continued: "I'll tie it with you." It's inconvenient for me to carry such a thing. ”

The corners of Xuanhu's mouth rose suddenly, and he said gratefully, "Then I'll trouble you." ”

After listening to this, the papermaker still looked like that, with no expression on his face, just holding the bloodstained bamboo strips in both hands, bypassing Xuanhu and going straight out of the door.

As soon as the papermaker left, Xuanhu carried a bamboo pole and limped to the side of the bed, sitting on the bed a little lonely. And Yu Lan also walked in from the courtyard at this time.

As soon as he entered the door, Yu Lan couldn't wait to ask, "...... you?"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Lan found that the atmosphere between me and Xuanhu was not particularly right, looked at me with inquiring eyes, and tiptoed out, leaving space for the two of us......